It's exactly what it seems
The horror I live
The evil that beats inside me
It's called "my disease"
The horror I live
The evil that beats inside me
It's called "my disease"
The Fallen Angel
Koran of Clan Mak
Dark Master of the Bogan
Dark Assassin
Standing in Lightest Light…
I always stood strong. I knew how to stand my ground and how to keep myself from falling. I carried my Green Blade with pride and I was proud to be part of the Jedi Order. To be a Jedi Guardian and to fight alongside my brothers and sisters. I trained the younger padawans and I was being taught by the wisest of the wise masters. My life was good, and I was happy.
I was being looked after and I looked after the others in return. It gave me the strength to carry on, and I knew I would not fall. Never. No matter how much the Dark Side was trying to pull towards it, no matter how much pain and agony I endured, I was a Jedi and I would fight to remain one.
However, in time it will become too much for one to handle, and they collapse. I asked the Grandmaster for advice on this matter, and he helped me and guided me. I was grateful, and I had so much respect for the man. He offered me his help, and he showed concern and interest in my personal problems.
…Eventually Fading…
On a certain day I embarked on a mission to Chandrila, where I investigated a Dark Side Shrine. A strange disturbance was coming from there, and a Jedi Knight was needed to investigate. I volunteered and the Council trusted me. Confident I went to the Shrine and entered it. Soon I found out what caused the disturbance, a Dark Jedi was there. I was knocked unconscious and the next thing I remember is that I woke up on some kind of altar. I was surrounded by five weird sentients and I could feel the Dark Side everywhere. It was like, it was somehow grabbing me. Trying to choke me. Almost breathless I was lying there, helplessly frustrated, and I screamed. Fear and anger both struck my heart and I unleashed a wave of Force Lightning for the very first them in my life. It tired me, and I was startled when I did that. Then I could feel the Dark Side even stronger and I jumped off the altar. I killed all the sentients by another wave of Lightning, and then I heard laughing behind me. Someone was cackling like a madman.
As I turned around I saw an elder Arkanian male. He held a lightsaber with an ignited blade, green. I instantly recognized that weapon and I shouted that it was mine and that I wanted it back. The Arkanian seemed to find it rather amusing as he continued his sick laughter. I reached out my hand and I Force Pulled the weapon to my own hand. I raised the weapon and I ran at the man, wanting to strike this one down. However, the Arkanian knocked me back with a very powerful Force Push, and I hit the wall behind me. He laughed once more and then began to tell me about the Dark Side. How it was surrounding me and that I had to give in to it. I shouted, stubborn as I was, that I was not a mere Dark Sider, but a Jedi Knight in service of the Jedi Order. Then I got on my feet and ran at the man, again, but this time I used Force Speed to get to him. He quickly ignited his own red lightsaber and our blades locked. We dueled throughout the tomb and sparkles coming from our energy blades lit the dark corridors. The duel was fierce and deadly, and our eyes were set to kill.
In the end, I struck the Arkanian down in pure insane hatred and I spat on his body. I left the shrine and returned to Coruscant. Though the Dark Side seemed to be gone when I got back to Coruscant, there was still something left.
…Into Darkest Darkness…
Months later, meanwhile I was experiencing more pulls from the Dark Side of the Force and it was getting harder to resist, the Jedi Temple on Coruscant was being struck by some kind of Dark Jedi cult.
I awoke that day in my quarters, with a burning headache, and I walked to the sink. I knew something was not right, but I wasn’t sure what it was. I splashed some water into my face and looked into the mirror. I saw me, my brown eyes, the yellow tattoo across my face, my black long dreads, and I noticed I needed to shave soon. I had a stubble beard. I also noticed how weary I looked, and I yawned. I did not feel alright at all.
Then I heard noises coming from the hallways right beyond the door to my quarters. I quickly dressed and put on my Jedi Robe, and grabbed my lightsaber. I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. I immediately smelled the horrible stench of death and I saw corpses of brutally slaughtered padawans. I was shocked and immediately that wave of anger hit me. Who did this? What was going on? I heard laughter coming from my left, and I turned to see who was laughing. What kind of sick person was standing there. It was a man clad in black robes and his face was hidden under a hood. I could easily tell this man was a slave of the Dark Side. I shouted at him, accusing him of the death of all these padawans and he just laughed and ignited his crimson blade. I ignited my green blade and I Force Speeded towards him, easily slaying him. Anger and hatred empower me and thus I bested him like it was nothing. I proceeded on through the corridors, towards the Council Chambers. I wanted to see if others were still alive and I wanted to help them, but along the way my anger was growing stronger. More Dark Jedi fell by the touch of my green flame and limbs and heads covered the walls and the floor. When I was halfway my robe was tattered and I dropped it to the floor. I didn’t care to retrieve it, I just carried on.
I ran up some stairs and then I reached the doors that led to the Council Chambers. Before the big doors stood a man, clad in black robes. Soon I found out this man was The Bogan. The leader of the Dark Jedi. I wanted to strike him, but I knew I could never defeat a power that was insanely stronger than myself. So, instead I remained standing, my lightsaber blade aimed at him, and he talked to me. He told me about the Dark Side, how it empowered the worthy and destroyed the weak. He told me they were agents of Chaos and he told me how weak the Light Side was. I was so full of rage and darkness that I finally believed him and I succumbed to the Dark Side. I asked the Bogan to teach me, and I told him I wanted to serve him. He welcomed me in his Order as a Crusader.
…And to a Point of No Return…
Doomed…
Doomed…
Role-Plays
The Battle Of The Ages pt 2
Sands, Tombs & Beasts
The Evil Man
Dark Deciphering
Killing The Gifted
The Great Revelation, pt 2
Smoke and Mirrors
Battle: Bothawui: Orbit
TRAININGS
Corrupting an Angel (Koran's Specialization Training)
The Training of Katarn Cabaoth
The Bogan Training of Gaven Varss
Jameth Gyrus' Bogan Training
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